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when parallel worlds collide
no words may be spoken
of the chaos left inside
how about this
you were not there
it was not real
my missing parts
you did not steal
digging deeper
deepest down
I found some thing
made me bold
alchemical gold
cannot be bought
cannot be sold
still brought a lot of trouble to my door
 future, present and what went before.
hide it in a bushell
 Jul 12 Isabine
Whit Howland
Do I have
a one-track mind

I sit and watch
the wheelbarrow

fill to the brim

and I search and search
but I never seem to find

you or ever come close
to hitting that high note

Whit Howland © 2020
A word painting. An original.
 Jul 10 Isabine
 Jul 10 Isabine
I have heard the better word
that defined
my lack of pride
beyond the line
I've drawn upon
to elevate the livid lies
that I was braver,
when I was not

And they pointed
at the arrow sign
To my neverland
'far fetched' above
my knees gave out
and I succumbed
to the scrutiny
of many eyes
 Jul 10 Isabine
I might seem a bit mystic but I’m good at heart

As a small garden rakes over my eyes and a head digging in and scrapping away

She says,

My heart is like a cleft pomegranate
Bleeding crimson red,
And dripping every seed on the ground
It’s ripe and over-full,

My dissatisfied heart,
My heart it is more human than I,
More than life itself

My heart cries but my eyes are dry,

And behold my friend
This is what I call my brief tragedy of flesh

So set me free and away
So I can lay at peace
 May 29 Isabine
blue skies
 May 29 Isabine
i saw a girl
looking up
at the clouds above
thinking of the thunderstorms

and yet
when she looked down
there was no rain
falling out
there was only
her sky blue eyes
 May 26 Isabine
Rey Lynch
You always waited for the moment
When the wind will come
And take you away

Like a paper crane

Gently dancing with the breeze
Flying far, far from me
You couldn't see
The tear on my cheek
But it's okay
It will dry

And maybe someday I to will learn how to fly
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